Majesty, travesty, and everything else.

Impertinence drives us through the fall with unabated haste, forbearing a perpetual conundrum as to whom inherits the byname of “you”; a verbal masquerade made necessary by yearning and longing now tacit (that same sentiment that enfolds, as the shadows of trees fly across the wild blue yonder).

Like a ghost within the radio (song), you are the material girl who has it all, the uptown girl who ignores stratum, the redhead girl who stills the hands of time, the girl at the back of the bus who is already in love, the calendar girl who is lost in her world, the girl in port whose heart is far too precious, the dead end girl who has lost it all.

Regardless.

Ignorance ensures that you will always be a captive beyond worldly limits. Forever mine to behold, in selfish languor- in love.

~ by cryhavok on October 5, 2008.